Chapter 87 eighty-six

Joe to the East (2) "The temperature on the ground is minus 20 degrees Celsius." The radio said. It wasn't until the cabin was empty that Joe picked up his luggage and moved out. He was very scared.It's really cold outside Fortunately, Joe didn't feel his face, but his hands hurt a little from the cold.He nearly fell off the ladder.The plane was parked on the tarmac, and Joe saw the dazzling snow-capped mountains all around, which seemed to be on fire under the sun.He chose a door at random and opened it, and walked out. Someone grabbed his suitcase, and he unknowingly let go of it, allowing him to carry it.The suitcase-bearer wore one of those straw hats too, and Joe couldn't see his face.

The airport is very small, so I walked out in a while.There are some men and women on the street. These people are not afraid of the cold at all. They wear special clothes with their backs bare. They have solemn expressions on their black and red faces and long hair.The man was always walking in front of him. When the street was almost at the end, he put the box in his hand on the ground and said, "Now go by yourself. You won't lose it when you get to this kind of place." He was talking about Joe. language. Then he turned and hurried back.Standing by her trunk, Jo looked back and saw many children coming, chasing after them, sweating in the cold sun.Suddenly he heard a girl (also wearing a gown with the back exposed) shout in the language of his country: "Maria! Maria! I'm dying of suffocation!" She gasped in pain, and burst into a squirt. With a mouthful of blood, he squatted down.A large group of 10-year-old children surrounded her.

Joe suddenly felt very unsafe, because he saw many children with daggers in their hands, and some were looking at him with bright eyes.He picked up the suitcase and turned into a shop by the side of the road, where silver ornaments and utensils were sold. The wolf quickly disappeared from Maria's pattern, and Maria whistled to call it back.She heard Daniel digging loudly in the garden. The mother and son are bathed in sunshine, trying to go back to their early years.When they came to Jo's study at last, and saw all the bookshelves lying on the floor, they stepped in and sat among the untidy piles of books, talking of Jo's time at home.Daniel picked up a book casually, flipped through it casually, and told Maria how his father felt when he bought the book.

"How do you know?" Maria asked, frowning. "It's not difficult. It's written in the book. Daddy is a perfectionist just like you." Maria nodded, remembering that Joe had to lose himself in his own story while talking business. "Mom, why are there so many people talking inside the walls of our house? I remember it was like this when I was a child. They came one after another. Are all these people our relatives?" "Yeah, these are houses built on top of the old homestead. Do you like them?" "Sometimes I really feel happy. Especially in the boarding school, I can't sleep at night, open my eyes, and talk to myself. Whenever I talk, there are children responding to me inside the wall. Have any children among relatives died?"

"A lot, your father is about to meet a wolf." Daniel put the book in his hand up to his nose and sniffed it, and said, "This is the wolf, it will not give up chasing. I have seen it twice." Maria asked him if he remembered Daddy talking to them from the balcony of the study while drinking tea in the rose garden.Maria calls that kind of conversation "air communication." Daniel replied that he would never forget it, because that time he saw a hanging ladder stretching down from the balcony. "Only Daddy has the ability to make a ladder grow out of the balcony and stand upright in the air without anyone to rely on."

"Such people will disappear from us completely, and go to the ancient East alone." After Maria finished saying this, she felt a familiar commotion in her body, the gingham skirt tightened around her body, and her gaze was fixed on the wooden door on the other side of the garden.At the wooden door stood a woman in a black dress, a slender woman from an oriental country who was always wandering in this area.Daniel was also looking at the middle-aged woman, young blue eyes burning with lust.The book in Daniel's hand fell to the ground, and the pages shook as if injured. Maria saw an old landscape illustration in it, which depicted a beach with a pair of fishing nets stretched out to dry.Maria reached for the book, but there was a discharge inside the book, and her hand was opened.A shrill scream made her blood freeze.It was Daniel who was calling, his face flushed.

"Daniel, are you having a hard time?" "No, that's the fun." He muttered under his breath and went out the door. Looking down from the balcony, Maria saw Daniel covered half of his face with a straw hat, brushed past the woman, and ran out.His springy footsteps could be heard echoing down the road.Women don't seem to have feelings for Daniel, she's there and others.Maria felt a little pitiful for her son.She closed the door to the balcony, drew the curtains, and sat alone in the shadows, brooding.She wanted to whistle, so she blew, softly, kind of like a cricket in the dark.The books spread out in a mess under his feet were all shaking their pages and fanning out, but there was no wind in the room.Maria knew that this was the birthplace of Joe's square, and that his story spread out from here, becoming an endless web of stories.Now he dropped it all and became that story himself.